Amy was dumped at three years old and is taken in at a care home or so she was told, what happens when Zoe and Alfie come and adopt her. What happens when Amy realises who her siblings really are and will she go with them? Will Zalfie let her go hap...
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I love Amy's outfit today it's this.
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Amy's POV
I put our bowls in the dishwasher then I brush my teeth. I grab Jamie's toothbrush and launch it at him "perfect shot!" I yell as it meets his head "ow!" He says rubbing his head. He grumpily gets up and brushes his teeth "haha" I laugh at him and he just grunts in reply. I grab my bag
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and Jamie grabs his. I grab my Phone taking out the charger as it's now 100% "bye Merly, bye Zoe, bye Alfie" I shout shutting the door focusing on answering my streaks. Me and Jamie's streak is 348 days "I'm gonna loose our streakkkk" Jamie teases "don't!" I say punching him in the arm then I get a snap from him saying streaks and he smiles cheekily at me "ughh" I groan then we both laugh. The usual boring white bus pulls up "got a bus pass?" The driver asks "yessss" me and Jamie groan in sync, Jamie also gets this bus every school morning sometimes at mine or at his. I slouch into the window seat dumping my bag on the floor and Jamie sits next to me "he asks us every morning like come on doesn't he get the message??" Jamie says and I laugh and put my hand above my head and Angela who always sits behind me high fives me as she usually does. These busses are always packed and loads of banter happens. All the seatbelts are stiff and don't work, I grab my earphones and plug them into my phone. I pass one earphone to Jamie and open Spotify and start playing music. I turn sitting on one knee and the other leg on the floor with my back against the window and we start singing out loud "there was a time, I used to look into my fathers eyes In a happy home I was a king, I had a golden throne. Those days are gone, Now the memory's on the wall. I hear the songs From the places where I was born.
